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last night i had a dream that my roommate andrew cut people's heads off.
i stopped by the apartment before i was going to go to an IAAM meeting and told him i wasn't sure i want to go. i asked, "so should i go?" and he said no. so i went to take a nap. i felt kinda guilty like i should have gone, so i decided to go even though i'd be late and got ready. when i got there, everyone's heads were cleanly cut off (but there really wasn't a bunch of blood). and i was freaked out and saw him and instead of running away screaming, i went over to talk to him. i just asked him what was going on. he explained he'd had these impluses in the past, in austin. but moving here to columbia, he just felt suddenly a freedom to actually act upon them. i asked why he hadn't killed me or wanted to. he said it was because i liked the environment and recycled and tried to do good things for it. i suppose that sounded logical or acceptable to my dream self because i believed him and wasn't scared. if anything, i felt bad for him and tried to comfort him because he seemed to be very upset and confused about it all.
moral: recycle and your roommate won't kill you.
i stopped by the apartment before i was going to go to an IAAM meeting and told him i wasn't sure i want to go. i asked, "so should i go?" and he said no. so i went to take a nap. i felt kinda guilty like i should have gone, so i decided to go even though i'd be late and got ready. when i got there, everyone's heads were cleanly cut off (but there really wasn't a bunch of blood). and i was freaked out and saw him and instead of running away screaming, i went over to talk to him. i just asked him what was going on. he explained he'd had these impluses in the past, in austin. but moving here to columbia, he just felt suddenly a freedom to actually act upon them. i asked why he hadn't killed me or wanted to. he said it was because i liked the environment and recycled and tried to do good things for it. i suppose that sounded logical or acceptable to my dream self because i believed him and wasn't scared. if anything, i felt bad for him and tried to comfort him because he seemed to be very upset and confused about it all.
moral: recycle and your roommate won't kill you.